Lord of the Rings and Vampires
Elves and Vampires ? The idea was just too tempting, I had to at least try to write a fic on them !
((( this denotes a flashback )))

Chapter 1
In Mirkwood, a long time ago:

Everything was quiet.

The young Elf was perched on a high branch of a tree, resting his back

against the trunk. His keen hearing perceived many sounds: a sparrow flying

through the trees, a pine cone falling on the dirty ground and, of course,

the eternal song of the wind brushing against the leaves.

The blond Elf was thinking - thinking of Mirkwood.

He had thought the beauty of the green forest would be everlasting, but the

shadow veiling the greenwoods had proved him wrong. This perversion of the

forest was significant for him because, one day, he would have to take the

reins of power and become King for he, Legolas, was the son of Thranduil,

Lord of Mirkwood.

Evil and darkness were creeping ceaselessly upon his native land, and

monsters were now haunting it . . . His father's words still echoed in his

head:
((("Legolas, my dear son, do not *ever* wander too far off on your own! You

know my heart would be broken if something were to happen to you. Especially

after what happened to your brother . . ."

Thranduil´s voice trailed off but he quickly controlled himself, even if his

heart was still stinging from the return of a painful memory.)))
The Mirkwood Prince remembered the night when his brother had gone missing.

All the usually serene Mirkwood Elves were agitated, looking for Prince

Heleghin, third Prince of Mirkwood.
Legolas had been a child, but the memory would be carved on his soul

forever. He could remember the troop of Elves returning from their search,

two of them carried a litter bearing the corpse of Prince Heleghin. It was a

gruesome sight.
((("Attacked by spiders, my Lord", said an Elf.

Thranduil didn´t answer, he just stood there, head high, his silver hair

falling on his strong shoulders. His fingers brushed his dead son´s cheek

and softly closed the veiled, icy-blue eyes with his fingers. Heleghin´s

tunic was rent and soaked with blood.

"The funeral will take place tomorrow. We will bury him on the Green Hill,

which will now be called Haudh-en-Nirmaeth.

Only a single tear escaped the Lord of Mirkwood, but his heart was torn to

pieces. However, he had to remain strong, for the survival of Mirkwood . .

.)))
Though it had happened more than three hundred years ago, Legolas could

still remember every detail . . .

A swift flapping of leathery wings suddenly interrupted Legolas' thoughts.

He turned his head toward the odd sound. The flapping stopped and the black

object he had spotted disappeared. Unworried, he turned back . . . and came

face to face with two small, red eyes!

He gasped in surprise, and the bat, with its long black wings, flew down

toward the forest floor. The blond Elf grabbed his bow and quiver in the

space of a second and, jumping silently from branch to branch, followed it.

His sharp eyes caught the bat's movement and he gave chase, drawing his bow.

He didn´t like the idea of being surprised by a bat!

He followed the bat for mere seconds before arriving in a small clearing. He

stopped, searching the landscape for the creature, when he heard a twig snap

behind him.

He spun swiftly around and found himself staring into the eyes of a strange

dark-haired man.
Not the End ( well hopefully ! ) Please read and review and no flames. Thanks